Zhao Rubing didn't expect that Ye Qiu still had the mood to drink.
After Ye Qiu finished the cocktail, he followed Zhao Ruxue and Zhao Rubing into the office.
"You bastard, you really predicted it, the bad ones come true."
Zhao Rubing said angrily.
Ye Qiu said, "It's unavoidable to face disaster. Let me see where you're hurt?"
When Zhao Rubing pointed directly at her shoulder, Ye Qiu looked over and saw that her shirt was still stained with blood—though not a lot, indicating that the injury wasn't too severe.
"Fortunately, I reacted quickly, or I might have lost my life."
Ye Qiu had Zhao Rubing lift her shirt to let him see the wound.
Ye Qiu had already checked her whole body; now, there was nothing new. After she lifted her shirt, Ye Qiu removed the bandage and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
"Not now, but it hurt a lot before."
Ye Qiu saw that the wound wasn't very big; it must have been inflicted by a sharp weapon, but luckily, it hadn't penetrated deeply.
